Chapter 269

Volume 1_Chapter 269   Stupid Beauty x Sports School Male God (31)

If the person who rushed over first was the one holding a knife, would she already have fallen to the ground by now?

Jiang Zhi deliberately didn't dodge; otherwise, how would she have gotten him to personally apply the medicine?

"Wuwuwu, it hurts so much." She cried while holding her hand.

He Yin instinctively reached out to want to rub her, his voice losing all the fierceness from before, gently asking: "Where else does it hurt?"

Jiang Zhi fell into his embrace, her cheek rubbing against the back of his hand, closing her eyes she softly said: "A Yin, hug me and it won't hurt."

He Yin clearly knew that what she said was just deceiving herself.

But he was still willing to let her deceive him.

——Zhizhi, I will never let you leave me in this lifetime.

…

The next day.

The incident from last night exploded online, a post #Jiang Zhi Zhi being kept by a rich tycoon# was pinned at the top, but was quickly suppressed.

Seeing this, the netizens became even more convinced that Jiang Zhi Zhi was being kept.

At this moment, Jiang Zhi Zhi broke precedent and posted a Weibo.

@Zhizhi is Zhizhi: we were each other's first love, we have obtained the marriage certificate. 【Attached picture】

In the picture, the stunning woman leans against the man's shoulder, her smile radiant.

The man is He Yin, the helmsman of the He Clan Group, a legendary figure frequently appearing in business magazines; anyone working in the corporate world can recognize him.

What's worse is that the He Clan Group's official Weibo account reposted this Weibo.

Repost: Most beautiful boss lady~

This caused the entire Weibo to crash; the entertainment industry's top-tier beauty Jiang Zhi Zhi had married, and she had married the true richest person in the country.

They were each other's first love—this is too fantastical, right?

At this moment, Jiang Zhi, who had just come out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, held her marriage certificate, feeling incredulous.

Early that morning, the man woke her from bed; still half-asleep and muddle-headed, she yawned at the sight of the buildings outside and stared blankly for a long while.

Is this a dream? How did she end up at the Civil Affairs Bureau's entrance with He Yin?

Beside her, she heard He Yin ask the secretary: "What time does the Civil Affairs Bureau open?"

The secretary checked, wiped a cold sweat from his forehead, and said: "President He, it opens at eight."

It was only six now, a full two hours before the Civil Affairs Bureau opened.

He Yin lowered his gaze, glanced at his watch, his brows slightly furrowed, and deep in his eyes was an uncontrollable nervousness.

Jiang Zhi still hadn't figured out the situation, murmuring: "Are we… going to register our marriage?"

He Yin narrowed his eyes: "You don't want to?"

Jiang Zhi couldn't help reaching out and pinching him hard; after a moment she dazedly asked: "Is this a dream? Why doesn't it hurt?"

He Yin's temple twitched; the woman's fierce pinch on his side made him grab her hand to stop her beastly behavior.

Pinch yourself.

Jiang Zhi shook her head, saying: "I believe this is real."

Was this a sudden impulse or something else? He had dragged her to get the marriage certificate first thing in the morning.

Jiang Zhi was very sleepy, she slumped into his arms and whispered: "Let me sleep a little longer."

He Yin adjusted her posture, his voice stiff: "No sleeping."

Jiang Zhi: "?"

Over the next two hours, each time she dozed off the man woke her; after repeated awakenings she grew tired, her sleepy eyes pleading as she asked: "It's so early, aren't you tired?"

When they returned last night it was already midnight; after washing up and lying down it was one or two in the morning, the man must have gone to bed even later than her—how could he be so energetic?

He Yin's face was expressionless: "Tired."

Jiang Zhi: "You're not tired at all."

She was completely wound up, like she'd been injected with chicken blood.

She suddenly thought of something important: "Getting married requires a household register, and mine isn't with me."

It's at my grandmother's abroad.

He Yin handed her household register over.

Jiang Zhi flipped through it, shocked: "How do you have my family's household register?"

He Yin said lightly: "Your grandmother gave it to me."

Jiang Zhi was even more shocked.

How could her grandmother possibly give him the household register? She clearly remembered that her grandmother disliked him.

He Yin didn't explain much; after she finished looking at the household register, he took it back, as if afraid she might lose it.

He treasured it, always keeping it close in his chest.

Jiang Zhi: "……"

She had to ask her grandmother why she gave the household register to He Yin.

After they got the certificate, before it could even warm in her hands, He Yin snatched it away.

The man hid it in his pocket, with no intention of taking it out.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhi said: "I still want to look at it."

He Yin gave her a sidelong glance without a trace of emotion, his voice firm: "In this lifetime you will never see the marriage certificate."

Jiang Zhi asked, bewildered: "Why? That's our marriage certificate—on what grounds won't you let me see it?"

He Yin said nothing, took the marriage certificate, and got into the car.

Jiang Zhi got into the car with him, seeing his petty, stingy look, she was utterly speechless.

"You're afraid I'll take the marriage certificate and get a divorce, aren't you?"

Hearing the two words 'divorce,' He Yin's emotions surged violently; he put on a grave face and questioned her: "Do you want a divorce?"

Jiang Zhi: "……"

His expression was as if, upon hearing her say it, he would swallow the marriage certificate.

"No!" She clung to his arm, snuggling close: "Never!"

He Yin's mouth corner involuntarily curled up, but his voice was ice-cold: "You'd better not."

They moved in together, no longer sleeping in separate rooms, and Jiang Zhi moved into the master bedroom to sleep.

She filled the tabletop with her cosmetics, shoved his books into a corner, and within less than half an hour, the whole room was filled with her belongings.

After she came out of the bathroom, she saw He Yin holding her phone and looking at it.

Jiang Zhi walked over, saw him checking her apps over and over, speechless, she said: "I haven't been involved with anyone else in these eight years."

He Yin's tightly furrowed brows eased a little; reluctantly he put the phone back on the nightstand, and instinctively replied: "I know."

After saying that, he regretted it.

Sure enough, the woman before him forced a smile that didn't reach her eyes.

"A Yin~ How did you know?"

He Yin wore a dark gray pajama, his hair casually falling over his brows; he was less stern and cold than before, more gentle, and stiffly changed the subject: "I'm going to sleep."

Jiang Zhi huffed angrily and said: "We'll sleep in separate beds tonight!"

As she said that, she started to walk out, but before she could take two steps, her wrist was seized and she was dragged onto the soft big bed; the man pressed himself onto her, his gaze falling on the elegant curve of her collarbone revealed below her neck and her flawless snow-white skin.

A deep red flushed the corners of his eyes, his pupils black and unfathomable; the surging desire hidden within burst forth, as if it would devour her whole.

Unlike his youthful self eight years ago, he captured her lips and bestowed a fierce, scorching kiss.

Jiang Zhi was forced to lift her chin, her breathing grew ragged, and the lip gloss she had just applied was licked clean by the man.